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He’s more than a man—he’s a fabulous father!
AVAILABLE JUNE 2009
1) Anything for Danny by Carla Cassidy
2) Father in the Making by Marie Ferrarella
3) Most Wanted Dad by Arlene James
4) The Nine-Month Bride by Judy Christenberry
AVAILABLE AUGUST 2009
5) Instant Father by Lucy Gordon
6) Daddy Lessons by Stella Bagwell
7) Most Eligible Dad by Karen Rose Smith
8) First Time, Forever by Cara Colter
AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 2009
9) A Father’s Promise by Helen R. Myers
10) The Women in Joe Sullivan’s Life by Marie Ferrarella
11) Falling for a Father of Four by Arlene James
12) Caleb’s Son by Laurie Paige
AVAILABLE OCTOBER 2009
13) Waiting for the Wedding by Carla Cassidy
14) Daniel’s Daddy by Stella Bagwell
15) Always Daddy by Karen Rose Smith
16) The Billionaire’s Baby Chase by Valerie Parv
Dear Reader,
One of the reasons I enjoyed writing First Time, Forever so much is that the hero is younger than the heroine. The age difference between Evan and Kathleen is seven years, which, coincidentally, is the age difference between my real-life hero and me! What our incredible time together has taught me is that when you say yes to the song of your heart—never mind all those rules—it keeps you forever young. Oh, the hair still has silver threads in it, and the wrinkles appear, but the feeling in your heart of being alive—on fire—gets stronger, rather than diminishing.
When I wrote First Time, Forever I wanted it to be a book that honors the fire in each of us, while at the same time honoring our longing for the traditions that have carried us safely this far—marriage and family.
My greatest hope is that this book will bring you to a place of laughter and tenderness, tears and triumph.
With my sincerest best wishes,
Cara Colter
First Time, Forever
Cara Colter
CARA COLTER
lives on an acreage in British Columbia with her partner, Rob, and eleven horses. The mother of three grown children and a grandmother of one, she is a recent recipient of a Romantic Times BOOKreviews Career Achievement Award in the Love and Laughter category. Cara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her, or learn more about her, through her Web site at www.cara-colter.com.
To Richard, who makes my life so much
“richer” in every way.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Chapter One
Evan Atkins had the book hidden behind a copy of Sports Illustrated. He drank his coffee and frowned at the words, trying to concentrate, but finding it difficult with all the commotion at the Hopkins Gulch Café this morning.
The café had six tables, two booths and a lunch counter. There were coffee cups half filled, and bacon and eggs half eaten at nearly all those tables, but the seats, save for the one Evan inhabited at a booth, were empty, abandoned.
The guys were three deep at the window, trying to get a look at the Outpost, the town’s general store, across the street. A strange car was parked out front, a U-haul trailer behind it. The car had caused this great stirring of interest when a pair of strangers had emerged from it. Both of them had looked around briefly, and then disappeared into the Outpost.
“If they were just askin’ for directions,” Sookie Peters said wisely, “they would have left the engine running.”
“Did you see her?” Jack Marty asked for about the sixtieth annoying time. “She looked just like Julia Roberts. I swear. Well, maybe a little older. And not scrawny like Julia.” He said this with easy familiarity, as if Julia were his second cousin.
“Nah, she dint,” Sookie said. “More like the other one. The one from the movie about the bus. That’s who she looked like.”
“Sandra Bullock?” Cal, Sookie’s brother, hooted. “She did not!”
“Oh, what do you know?”
The banter went back and forth, Evan furrowing his brow and trying to ignore the nonsense as best he could. All those guys at the window should take a lesson from him. Good things did not necessarily come in pretty packages.
Millie came and refilled his coffee cup. He didn’t quite get the Sports Illustrated up fast enough or high enough, and she caught sight of the book hidden behind it, crooked her head, read the title, and smiled.
If she told the guys he was never going to live it down.
Potty-Training for the Hopelessly Confused.
But she just smiled, in that way he was never going to get used to, as if being a single dad made him adorable to the female populace, like a teddy bear.
“Where is Jesse this morning?” she asked.
